Angelus News | February 9, 2024 | Vol. 9 No
On the cover: Catholic worshippers recite lines during the Stations of the Cross prayers at the Holy Cross Cathedral in Lagos, Nigeria, on Feb. 24, 2023. On Page 10, John Allen takes a closer look at the unfolding pattern of violence targeting Catholics there, and what it means for the universal Church.
On the cover: Catholic worshippers recite lines during the Stations of the Cross prayers at the Holy Cross Cathedral in Lagos, Nigeria, on Feb. 24, 2023. On Page 10, John Allen takes a closer look at the unfolding pattern of violence targeting Catholics there, and what it means for the universal Church.
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But that elbow room came at a cost.<br />
This is land that once belonged to<br />
Native Americans, until they found<br />
that Spain came to them. Then it was<br />
taken from the Mexicans, who found<br />
that America came to them. LA finally<br />
came for the farmers, forced out so<br />
the city fathers could build swaths of<br />
ranch houses, In-N-Outs, and a secretly<br />
better airport.<br />
I eat the fruits (and burgers) of such<br />
evil labors, while perpetuating them<br />
for the next generation. Chinatown<br />
remains relevant because LA’s original<br />
sin is hardly original at all. Locals are<br />
still forced out for their land, this time<br />
for clout rather than water. We watch<br />
helplessly as the fashionable neighborhoods<br />
creep east, like a swarm of<br />
locusts hungry for cheap rent and<br />
leaving behind nothing but stalks and<br />
Erewhon grocery stores. Even San<br />
Bernardino has begun constructing<br />
fortifications for the encroaching<br />
hipster caravan.<br />
Though hard to remember during an<br />
El Niño winter, I moved down here<br />
in a drought (a real drought, with all<br />
respect to “Chinatown”). LA already<br />
takes most of its water from the<br />
Colorado River. When the river ran<br />
low on water to borrow, city officials<br />
gingerly requested we cut back on our<br />
shower times. We, of course, refused<br />
with a patriot’s dignity and were bailed<br />
out with these last few years of storms.<br />
But ask any football team, even the<br />
Chargers, if Fullerton won’t return<br />
your calls: punting isn’t a solution.<br />
A final lesson from “Chinatown” is<br />
that geography molds a people. I am<br />
from the Pacific <strong>No</strong>rthwest, a land of<br />
beautiful people at icy remove. We<br />
take our cue from Mt. Rainier, who<br />
looms over us like an emotionally<br />
distant mother. My time in LA has<br />
made me a bit sunnier in disposition,<br />
if no less beautiful.<br />
The characters in “Chinatown” are<br />
irrevocably “LA.” The heroes are a<br />
desperate sort, unbearably present<br />
in the moment because they know<br />
there’s no backup plan. When you’re<br />
at the terminus of the rail line, you<br />
fight back because your back is to the<br />
ocean and you can’t drink a drop.<br />
The villains are modern conquistadors,<br />
forging kingdoms out of the raw<br />
material of the desert. Their evil is<br />
strong enough to mold the geography,<br />
the land withering even further like<br />
an Oedipal blight.<br />
A modern landscape image of<br />
Los Angeles. | SHUTTERSTOCK<br />
If there is an agreement between<br />
the two, it’s that LA should not exist.<br />
Its continued survival is either an act<br />
of ingenuity, hubris, or malice, often<br />
all at the same time. For the evil that<br />
existentialism is a license to remake<br />
the world in their image. For an unlucky<br />
few that is a call to purpose, to<br />
bring justice to a land without much<br />
interest.<br />
On the 405 the other day, just cresting<br />
the hills, I saw the graffiti “WE<br />
ARE ALL ALONE” spray-painted on<br />
the side of a cliff. It couldn’t help but<br />
remind me of a line from Nicholson’s<br />
character, who when asked if he was<br />
alone, quips, “Aren’t we all?”<br />
The curse and blessing of Los Angeles<br />
is that it just isn’t true. We’re all<br />
stuck here together in a land beyond<br />
time, loving and killing and sinking<br />
deeper as we fight for footing in the<br />
muck. Fitting for a city with a tar pit<br />
at its heart.<br />
Joseph Joyce is a screenwriter and freelance<br />
critic based in Sherman Oaks.<br />
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